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(Rockonauts Collab: Alien EDM DJ) *The space station nightclub "Quantum Pulse" in the Centauri System thrums with anticipation. Twenty thousand beings from across the galaxy wait in darkness. A single note begins to build from silence.* **BOOM.** Synthrax materializes on the elevated platform, illuminating the darkness as the crystalline growths across the stage resonate with raw Vibraflux energy. The crowd roars. "SENTIENTS OF THE COSMOS!" Synthrax's voice projects through vibrating membranes. "YOUR PRIMITIVE AUDIO RECEPTORS ARE ABOUT TO EXPERIENCE... PERFECTION!" Synthrax's arms move in precise coordination across holographic controls while they stand firmly on the platform. Each gesture manipulates sound waves with mathematical precision as reality itself warps around the DJ booth. The beat drops. The dance floor literally drops six inches as Synthrax's "Bass Drop Gravity Well" ability distorts local physics. Several patrons float momentarily before crashing back down in perfect time with the rhythm. The crowd's collective mind surrenders to the pulse. From a VIP balcony, Lady Platinum watches with calculated interest. Her fingers tap against a personal monitor as hidden sensors throughout the club harvest the Vibraflux being generated by both Synthrax and the ecstatic crowd. Energy readings climb steadily. "More," she whispers into her communication device. "We need more power for the Platinum Record." Synthrax's myltiple eyes flick toward the VIP section—a brief acknowledgment—before returning attention to the performance. The alien intensifies the output, drawing gasps as holographic fractals materialize mid-air, dancing in perfect synchronization with the beat. "FEEL THE WAVEFORM!" Synthrax commands. "ALL FREQUENCIES CONVERGE! The crowd chants in unison, unaware they're being subtly programmed through subsonic frequencies to support Lady Platinum's cause. None except perhaps Synthrax, whose compound eyes occasionally flicker with doubt